My Way
As Sinatra said "I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way." Yeah, we had some crazy peeps last night that sure as hell did it their way. I don't know the current status of the moon, I'm a firm believer in the full moon phenomenon, but damn there were some crazy people last night.
I rolled into the "code zone" with the isolation rooms and the designated CPR room. Not a bad assignment if you're walking the Green Mile. All male patients, all valid complaints, no real worries. There was a screaming psych patient in the padded room that didn't like me too much. I don't know what I did, but sistapants did not like me. She was screaming at the crazy dude in the room next door until she saw me. Then she started screaming that she was "gonna jump off that motherfucking bridge until that short white bitch got involved." Ummm.... I was asleep when your crazy butt got brought in lady. As she was flailing and screaming in her room the crazy guy next door decided he was going to use his door as a punching bag. Conveniently, the security guard was down the hall talking to... well, we aren't really sure who he was talking to. Nice to know my safety is in this mall-cop-wannabe's hands.
My gold star for the night goes to a 95lb girl who was brought in for being "combative." I now think that combative was a bit of an understatement. "BAT-SHIT Crazy" may be a bit of an understatement as well. This chick was found in the projects, at 230am beating on her boyfriend's momma's door. She said she was looking for him, but he has been locked up in jail for the last 3 months. When PD showed up she went the hell off. She was throwing herself on the ground, growling, biting, spiting and kicking. She managed to get one of the cops in the groin and then bit the paramedic in the leg. 5mg of valium IM didn't touch her. When she came to me it took 7 cops, 3 special forces medics and 2 nurses to get her restrained on the bed. She then tried to headbutt the cop.... this would have been bad enough, but let me paint the mental picture. Long braids.... black and Oscar the Grouch green. I shit you not. Somehow in the fray several of her "soljahs" were ripped out leaving strands of green and black hair sticking straight up. It was definitely a sight to be seen. It took 2mg of ativan, 20mg of haldol and the super restraints to get her down for the count. Even then she was still cussing and thrashing 45 minutes later.
When the time came to road test her she had a cop on each arm and me from behind with a handful of PJ pants (yeah, did I mention she was in her jammies?) in one hand and an ammonia inhalant in the other. Every time she tried to stop or throw herself on the floor I pulled up on the pants, shoved the ammonia home and then dodges the donkey kick that came at me. I was very happy to sent her to lockup.
Finally a little old lady with a fever came in. She was cooking at 102.9 after a drain was removed 2 days ago. We were getting her into a gown when I noticed something wasn't quite right. She had on little old lady underwear... with the crotch completely gone! At 6am I just couldn't let this one go. "Honey, what happened to your drawers?" Her response...
"I just get to itchin', I guess I scratched it right out."
Damn
I know they made underwear without the crotch, just not Haynes Her Way!
I rolled into the "code zone" with the isolation rooms and the designated CPR room. Not a bad assignment if you're walking the Green Mile. All male patients, all valid complaints, no real worries. There was a screaming psych patient in the padded room that didn't like me too much. I don't know what I did, but sistapants did not like me. She was screaming at the crazy dude in the room next door until she saw me. Then she started screaming that she was "gonna jump off that motherfucking bridge until that short white bitch got involved." Ummm.... I was asleep when your crazy butt got brought in lady. As she was flailing and screaming in her room the crazy guy next door decided he was going to use his door as a punching bag. Conveniently, the security guard was down the hall talking to... well, we aren't really sure who he was talking to. Nice to know my safety is in this mall-cop-wannabe's hands.
My gold star for the night goes to a 95lb girl who was brought in for being "combative." I now think that combative was a bit of an understatement. "BAT-SHIT Crazy" may be a bit of an understatement as well. This chick was found in the projects, at 230am beating on her boyfriend's momma's door. She said she was looking for him, but he has been locked up in jail for the last 3 months. When PD showed up she went the hell off. She was throwing herself on the ground, growling, biting, spiting and kicking. She managed to get one of the cops in the groin and then bit the paramedic in the leg. 5mg of valium IM didn't touch her. When she came to me it took 7 cops, 3 special forces medics and 2 nurses to get her restrained on the bed. She then tried to headbutt the cop.... this would have been bad enough, but let me paint the mental picture. Long braids.... black and Oscar the Grouch green. I shit you not. Somehow in the fray several of her "soljahs" were ripped out leaving strands of green and black hair sticking straight up. It was definitely a sight to be seen. It took 2mg of ativan, 20mg of haldol and the super restraints to get her down for the count. Even then she was still cussing and thrashing 45 minutes later.
When the time came to road test her she had a cop on each arm and me from behind with a handful of PJ pants (yeah, did I mention she was in her jammies?) in one hand and an ammonia inhalant in the other. Every time she tried to stop or throw herself on the floor I pulled up on the pants, shoved the ammonia home and then dodges the donkey kick that came at me. I was very happy to sent her to lockup.
Finally a little old lady with a fever came in. She was cooking at 102.9 after a drain was removed 2 days ago. We were getting her into a gown when I noticed something wasn't quite right. She had on little old lady underwear... with the crotch completely gone! At 6am I just couldn't let this one go. "Honey, what happened to your drawers?" Her response...
"I just get to itchin', I guess I scratched it right out."
Damn
I know they made underwear without the crotch, just not Haynes Her Way!
posted by jeepgirl at 09:01
5 Comments:
love the blog, been reading for a while. anyways, whats a 'special forces medic'?
Each branch of the military has their own specialized groups (Rangers, SEALS, Green Berets). Of those guys, a very few are selected to go through a medical training program. They are trained in medicine, butchery, dentistry, vet medicine, all kinds of stuff.
From a medicine standpoint they end up somewhere between a PA and MD. These are the field "docs" that manage US and native people prior to transport to the hospital.
As part of (very) intensive training they spend time in Level 1 ED and with EMS. We are one of their training locations. Just picture smart buff young guys who call me ma'am and want to crich everyone! Most are great guys though.
wow, cool. didn't know that existed. maybe i missed my calling in life. i thought the only medical guys that did cool stuff for the marines were the corpsmen. and you have to join the navy for that.......thanks!
Lol on the little lady with crotchless panties. The crazies though are so not my thing. If I ever had to do much psych nursing you'd have to lock me up with the patients.
I've been lurking for a while and wanted to let you know that I really enjoy your posts! Little old lady with with crotchless chones... lol!
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